Updated On: 16 June, 2024 07:57 AM IST | Mumbai | Rahul da Cunha
“Arrey dose people men, whochyoucall, dey came and confiscated my phone and Myrtle’s phone, bleddy checking checking bleddy for messages… and evidence.”

Illustration/Uday Mohite
Lobo Lobo came over the other night, he looked stressed, he looked strained, he looked around furtively.
‘Problem became, men Dikuna, gimme one two strong quarters… you have Old Monk?”
“What’s wrong, Lobo Lobo?” I handed him a Panjim Peg.
“Arre men, dey raided my house!?”
“Who’s dey… sorry they?”
“Arrey dose people men, whochyoucall, dey came and confiscated my phone and Myrtle’s phone, bleddy checking checking bleddy for messages… and evidence.”
“Can you slow down… start at the beginning?”
“See men, here’s de long story in de short form,
I am de treasurer, I handle de accounts of my co-operative housing society Pati Parivar Co-operative Housing Society Ltd in dat my Virar. We have dis bleddy rascal scounderal Jankar Janardhan Jagdambar Jatania… he is de building president, ‘Chaar J’ he is called, he wants to use our society funds for all all shady tings in de building. Bugger wants to build a massage parlour and jacuzzi on de terrace, wid building money men… wot he tinks dis is Bangkok or wot. Chhe, so I said, strict no, dat made him damn bald ragged… all udder members don’t say anyting, excepting me, so he’s out to get me”